A lost husband

A lost husband

So parts of me still long for parts of her on cold/warm nights. I try to escape the feeling that something or everything has fallen between the cracks. I married with intent on forever, and stopped short of yesterday it feels.

I look at her and see our past, our babies, our laughter. I blink and see all the fire that burns what we try and create today an tomorrow. There is fear in our Hearts and it runs rampant through houses divided….where do we go from here ….